A stormy sunset gathered dust
Took some shines of the pink sky;
It’s as if that the rewards could be high
He looked further ahead than anyone else.
Wafts of burning hung in the air; it was post summer,
The evening scored to a slow and sifting rhythm
In search of the mysterious golden light,
It was no different than mirrors of yours and mine.
Skin tight jeans giggled outside on the pavement
The biggest smile still clung to the armchair;
At times pushed back and forth for comfort,
Disputes settled and washed through expert manipulation.
He knew he was the ordinary human still maintaining
Relations with the neglected part of the rollicking past;
In his hallucination, the life was like dreamlike prose,
That cannot endure the numbing sameness and boredom.
True, the world certainly would not end in fire or ice
He felt that justice was mutilated by the multitudes;
Along the way the moonlight passed through the clichés
He looked back to become the contrived time device.